As you learn things, you notice things
As you notice things, you learn things
As you learn more, more becomes real to you
And as more becomes real to you, the more you notice.
As I write this I sit at my desk trembling, this all started with that stupid game!
Play it he said, it will be fun, he said.
My best friend told me to play this well known horror game called Slender, and I figured- Hey, why not, sounds fun- and it was. I played it quite a few times that night. And that got me onto playing another horror game called Amnesia. I could hardly play that, because I’ve always had the worst nerves.
Then, my girlfriend showed me creepypasta, making fun of my nerves. And that’s when it started going downhill.
I read it, for some reason compelled to. I could only read it at night, past midnight. And after I found it, it showed up everywhere.
I figured it was the normal thing to do, right?
It probably was.
And unless I’m completely different, I was scared shitless about everything.
I still am.
But that’s only because I started noticing them.
I look out my window and see them.
Swarming around my apartment.
The ones I read, and watched.
I don’t know if its in my head, or real. As I write this I can hear the banging on the steps leading to the front door of my apartment. The statue in my bedroom window is staring at me, and I’ve already smashed my VCR and painted over my mirrors. I hide in my covers every night with the light turned on, willing myself to keep my eyes open and sleep with them that way. It never works, but I still find myself alive and well the next morning. But at night I hear them, I see them. I can feel their presence.
When you know them, you notice them.
I shouldn’t even be writing this – if it’s not my imagination then I could be putting you in serious danger. Because it wasn’t until I started thinking it could be real that I noticed them. And HE leads them, the image from nightmares long past, and deeply forgotten. His very form takes on what he knows will scare me the worst at any given moment. As I type I can feel him reading over my shoulder, grinning at my rising fear. But not acting, oh no, never acting on my fear. He feeds on it, and he knows it will never leave me. Because when the fear leaves me, that’s when he will devour me. And that is what keeps my fear in me.
He makes me keep writing, holding my chair in place whenever I try and leave, not letting he close the document.
He wants me to tell you. He wants me to let you think it’s real.
As you learn about them, you notice them
As you notice them, you learn about them
As you learn more about them, they become real
as they become real, they notice you
as they notice you, he leads them to you
as he leads them to you, you can only stare
as you stare, he smiles at you
as he smiles at you, its too late.
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this didn’t scare me because I was like: Lol he still has a VCR? XD
For those of you who’d like an audio version of this, I was asked to give it a shot.
Find it here: https://soundcloud.com/thaylien/creepypasta-1
Play it they said, it will be fun they said. Fuck you, I said, no I said. Go to sleep, we said…. It’ll be fine, we said…. Wake up, we made sure they didn’t. Breathe again, we made sure they didn’t. They were right…. It was fun playing the game of life with them as the pieces.
Guess it’s just me, but I actually think this story is funny rather than creepy.
but didn’t paint over my mirrors or burn anything!
that awkward moment when you just described what i do every night! o.O
Ever think that “he” is Mr.Creepypasta himself? The person who “leads” the monsters, the person who makes you keep reading these tales, not letting you stop writing the “monsters” that are the stories?? THINK ABOUT IT
MCp has nothing to do with the website x3 he doesnt own it
I’m very creeped out. Great pasta!I am now scared for my life.
Do it, they said. It will be fun, they said. Anyone else notice this was a part of a meme? No, just me? Kayyyy… :( spologies for my nerdiness.
*apologies
Not bad…It sounds like the intro to a video game or to an action/horror movie
I felt like the beginning was really awkward, and I didn’t think it would get good, but it did. I like how it was sort of a relate-able thought process. I’m sure a lot of people develop that sort of addiction and paranoia, making this story a bit creepier.
is HE zalgo?
So, Ben watched you from a window?
Ooooooooh. New favorite dish.
Brofist.
I have no idea what im reading about here. Whatever it was it was far from scary. I really wish people would rate pastas honestly like they used too.
If I had a VCR, I’d smash it too.
Hey pewds
pewds played amnesia before slender mkay.
I wasn’t overly impressed by this, unfortunately. 4.
I quite enjoyed this. It’s a great play on the human mind and how what you put in it determines how you see things, and what becomes more real to you.
Pewdiepie ? Is that you ?!
Not bad pasta, I like the little saying that is repeated, although the story in a bit boring to me. But I’m easily bored, so I wouldn’t care about my opinion. 7/10
Pewds played amnesia b4 slendy so therefore he is not pewds
Now I have to go back & read this again in Pewds’s voice, & imagine him as the character..
nicely written but feels like a rip off of “Succession Of Nightmares”
BUT WHO WAS HE?
Slendy, of course
BUT WHO WAS PHONE?
Play it, he said, it will be fun he said
Lol, epic meme! Man, you used almost every cliché imagineable, and thats what made it creepy. Not the fact of the monster, but you used a story that many people (like me) can relate to, making us think that all creepypastas we have ever read can be real…
Well, i agree *twig snaps in the backround* This might not end well
wow you have twigs in your house, must be dirty :P
play it he said it will be fun he said
F@#! you i said
This really creeped me out
Dont be scared
Not trying to freak you out but if your scared hell get you